It Reminds Me That Im Alive...

Almost Caught Out

It was nice outside, you watched from your bed as the sun beamed onto the summer grass. It was beautiful and it made you feel warm inside. This was the only time you really liked... well living, most of the time you hated it, you didn't want to live here anymore. You felt so worthless, so.. you didn't know how to explain it. The best words to try and describe it were Dead Inside. (If you do feel like this, then please, please don't you are not worthless. If you ever need to talk im here) You sighed as you looked around your room and then down at the mess you had made on your white sheets. Droplets of blood lay there like you were trying to make some weird pattern, you then looked at your wrists and legs and bit your lip. Blood ran all over them, you quickky grabbed the black towel from under your bed and put pressure on all your cuts, trying to stop the bleeding. Then your phone began to buzz like a maniac at the side of you, you gently picked it up and placed it to your ear. "Hello?". Your voice cracked down the phone as you finally stopped the bleeding on your legs, but not your arms.

"Hello, Darling!". His voice boomed down the phone full of excitement. 'Killed someone brutally?''You thought to yourself.
"Hello, Jim". You smiled, he was the only one who could make you smile and make you feel wanted.
"Come stay at mine this weekend, babe. It will be fun~". He sang down the phone, you could practically hear his smirk.
"Only if you say im your Queen". You whispered and smiled weakly, you were trying to cheer yourself up as you were talking to the man you loved, the man you wanted to be with forever. You smiled as you heard him groan.
"Please my Queen come and stay with me". Jim said his irish coming right through. His accent always made you giggle.
"Okay my king, i'll come and stay with you". You smiled and ended the call, whimpering as you did so, you flexed your arm too quickly and honestly it stun like a bitch. You sighed as you began to pack a bag full of clothes. You sighed and zipped your bag up throwing on some clothes, dark clothes. Black long sleeved top and black jeans. You walked out of your room and closed the door gently. You walked down the stairs and tried to sneak out of the house, but you were stopped by the sound of John and Sherlock's voices.

"Where are you going?". John asked looking directly at you. You bit you lip and turned.
"To my parents for the weekend". You said and luckily for you, you were an amazing liar.
"Okay, well have fun". John said and retreated back to his chair in the living room, but Sherlock on the other hand stood and stared at you.
"Are you really going to your parents?". He asked his voice was a tad concerned, he was like a brother to you and you knew he would do anything even help you with your... self inflictions. You would never tell him though, you couldn't he would think of you differently.
"Yes, im really going to my parents". You said and watched his eyes carefully. Sherlock nodded, he opened the front door for you and left you to go out onto the streets. You sighed deeply as you walked down the street looking around, you could still feel the blood on your wrists 'I'll wrap them with bandages when i get to Jim's'. You nodded as you made your decision. You continued your journey down the street.